Chapter 833: Disaster Imperial Capital 3

The red shadow was like no one, no one could see what it was, and apart from the Jindan monk who saw that it was a person, the Zhuji monk didn't capture any information at all.

Ahh......hh

The red shadow rushed into the middle of the crowd, and a circle of dark red light burst out like a wave, this light was extremely sharp, and in the pop sound, the surrounding walls were directly cut by this light, and the seams were tightly closed, and there was no gap at all.

In the screams, none of the Zhuji monks were spared, and only one Jindan monk remained.

At this time, Brother Jindan's whole body trembled, because in front of him, a blood-red figure stood opposite him, with a pair of blood-red eyes, looking at him calmly.

"The people who died in Qingyangmen at my hands, start with you!"

"Who are you?"

In terror, he shuddered and spoke, and at the same time took out a fork-like weapon and slashed at the red shadow.

"Die!"

And what he saw was that the eyes were still as calm as water, and between the two fingers of the monk's right hand were a little farther away from his eyebrows, and a red light shot into the center of his eyebrows when he was stunned,

Burst......

The red glow passed through his head and slammed deep into the wall behind him.

In a panic, Jin Dan broke out of his body and wanted to escape, but just as Jin Dan appeared, the red shadow seemed to have been prepared, and once again pointed into a sword, and with a wave of his hand, an extremely sharp sword light came out from his fingers, hitting Jin Dan fiercely.

Poof......

The hard golden pill was completely shattered, and before a desperate scream could be issued, it was completely cultivated.

He killed a lot of people from Qingyangmen, but Brother Jindan, this was the first one, but it was not as strong as he imagined.

"Too weak?"

He frowned, as if he felt that Jin Dan should not be so ordinary.

"Huh?"

His brows furrowed, he noticed something, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

Whoosh......

Two figures descended, Brother Jindan. Everything in front of them stunned them, they had never seen anything after so many years of creating rivers and lakes, but why did the scene in front of them still make them feel sick to their stomachs, and they felt an inexplicable fear, who could kill so many people in just a few breaths, and there was a Jindan monk.

"It's too late!"

"The tactics are so cruel and clean, and the stakes are so high that they must be reflected. ”

"This matter must be notified to Qingyangmen immediately, otherwise they will use this as an excuse. ”

"Hmph, it's ...... even if you're dead"

"Be careful!"

......

On this night, several forces made a statement and searched for fierce beasts all over their bodies, but no one knew what the murderer looked like, what weapons he used, and what exercises he used, but it was just pretentious, after all, the thigh of Qingyangmen still had to be held.

Following.

"It is said that the people of Qingyangmen were killed yesterday?"

This is a topic that people often talk about after tea and dinner.

"It's true, I have a brother who is on an errand, and I told the news firsthand. ”

"Really? ”

"Ahem...... Tell me about it, but it's just the tea money?"

"Slut, come on, I'm invited!"

This is the life of ordinary people, Jingjing is happy about what is happening in the rivers and lakes, and every little thing is so mysterious.

"Something like this......"

Well, the story gradually has more and more versions of Xu, after all, after so many people's interpretation, I think that many elements have been added, so it is getting more and more outrageous.

However, they all share a common characteristic, the murderer is very vicious.

There were few intact bodies at the scene.

This is the focus of everyone's description, of course, in order to highlight the feeling of the story, some people are like seeing the battle on the battlefield, and the details of the battle are also described.

And this early morning, when everyone was still inquiring about the killing of Qingyangmen yesterday, a major event happened again in the imperial capital.

The imperial capital has seven major forces, commonly known as the three villages and four mansions.

As one of the four mansions, the Wenhou Mansion can be called the pillar of the times, and each generation is in a high position in the empire.

The greeting mansion is imposing, the main gate is a large surface of the imperial capital, and the tall gate wall is already a small city at a glance, heavily guarded, in this place, few people dare to mess around.

At this moment, the questioning of guilt has attracted countless onlookers.

"Stop, don't you know what this place is?"

The eight Tsukiji monks guarding the door stopped a monk who looked strange, and to be precise, he knew that he was asking.

Red hair, red eyes, red clothes, red hair flying, red eyes sharp, red clothes fluttering, straight to the gate of this mansion.

It would be strange that such a person would not be stopped.

"This is the place to ask home!"

Needless to say, this person was naturally Yang Lingtian, at this time, he asked very normally, but he was scolded for answering his knowledge.

"Do you know if you don't roll?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen smiled slightly;

"I'm looking for someone in charge here. ”

"Do you have an appointment?

"Nope!"

"If not, just feel like!"

Every good sentence is to tell him to get out.

"I do have something!"

"Hmph, there are more people who want to enter the house every day, and the one who doesn't say that he has something to do. , Miss is not your fantasy!"

But it doesn't matter, I'm not here to visit, I'm not a guest, I'm here to do something.

Looking up at the huge door slightly, looking at the few big characters on the horizontal plaque, greeting the house, Yang Chen whispered;

"This thing is too much of an eyesore!"

Seeing that Yang Lingtian had no intention of leaving, he glanced at the little brother, and the little brother understood, strode forward, and put a knife on his neck.

", or die?"

This is everyone's demeanor, and it can be regarded as a salute before a soldier.

"Since you have drawn the knife, it is to block life and death, but you are very lucky today!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his white hand and gently grasped the blade of the knife around his neck.